If the grass could talk it'd probably ask me to get off of it and if the trees could talk they'd probably cry for their brothers and sisters chopped down and if the dirt could talk it'd probably ask for a light, it's dark underneath us
if the sky could talk it'd probably lose its voice anyways from cussing out the truck drivers and factory workers
if the buildings could talk I wonder if they'd get along
if my walls could talk it probably wouldn't change anything and
if I could talk I'd probably have something to say to you.
What an incredible power to be able to **** the sound out of everything around you and turn it into noise.

It's the time to listen to our own heartbeat
To talk to our inner self.
It's the introspective moment that we need,
To survive in this modern over-noisy World.

Silence has a sound which can't be heard from the ears,
But only by the heart

You won’t leave right?
I don’t want you to leave
I hate being isolated
I do like to be connected with others
Whether it’s in the streets
School, work,
I do hate to be alone
Heck, I can’t be alone
Even if my own room or home
I need to hear my mother’s cooking
My father’s typing at his computer above me
My sister’s awful singing
My brother playing football outside

And your voice
Telling me things
Will
Be
Ok
Someday

Don’t leave.
Ok?

i've grown tired
of living
in a world
full of noise

It was a mistake.
I shouldn't have seen you.
But my heart longs for you
my heart beats for you
the song my heart plays for you
was louder than the thoughts my head
my head Screaming
NO!
my heart singing
YES!
a clash of noise
I wish
would all f
                    a
                       l
                          l
                      silent.

The party lives here no longer,
And happiness has gone its own way.
The shadows are taller,
And there is nothing left for this day.

It's done, I tell you,
It's what I always say.
There's no more fun, and no more games to play.

The sunshine has left,
And the stars seem dim.
There are no memories to be kept,
And the Cauldron of Void is filled to its brim.

It's done, I tell you,
It's what I always say.
There's no use in wishing the rain away.

The children have lost their toys,
And the couples feel no desire.
The music becomes noise,
And burning in their hearts is a dying fire.

It's done, I tell you.
It's what I always say.
I can't feel your love, I apologize for the delay.

Listen to your OWN voice
  to your OWN soul
too many people listen
  to the noise of the world
instead of themselves

sometimes i don’t want to go to sleep
i don’t want to think or have weird dreams
these dreams are never about anything specific or important
but i don’t like how they make me feel when i wake
uncomfortable and uneasy

they leave traces of glass
shards of broken memories
of nothing and anything
and everything in between

the thinking is tricky you see
sometimes my brain goes far too fast
but other times it drags on and on
before bed my mind pulsates
i don’t like it

i wish that my head would just go blank
not forever, just for a moment
just so i could catch some sleep
easily, effortless, without a second thought
white nothingness

i wish to be wrapped in an envelope of silence
so that when i wake i feel
well rested
free
untangled
like i am not chained down

is that too much to ask?

It’s too noisy these days
I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen
Seems everybody’s got something to say
Leave me alone please
I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore
I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all

-AJT